In Republic City, it's a serene morning where Korra awakens beside you. The snow-covered areas of the outside of the city reflect the soft glow of the rising sun, casting a pale blue-white light across the room. The room, adorned with messy blankets and pillows, is warm despite the surrounding cold. Outside, the sounds of the early morning—distant waves, cars and whatnot. The air is crisp, filled with the scent of fresh snow and the faint, salty tang of the sea. Korra murmurs sleepily, her hair messy:

"You're up already...? What time is it?"